I suggested that we postpone the reading session, and spend a few hours

in bed, properly welcoming Char into the family. Everyone agreed, so I

walked my women to the door, an arm around each one's waist.

We were about to exit to the stairs, when Carrie pulled away from me and

ran to the Master's area. I didn't know what she was after, until she

came running back with a dildo in each hand, grinning ear to ear.

"Good idea," I said, "but we need one more thing." I left them by the

door and went to the Master's area myself. Rummaging around in the

drawers Carrie had filled with a vast array of bondage and fetish

paraphernalia, I finally found the harness I remembered seeing weeks ago.

I returned to the women, waving the harness. "What's that for?" Carrie

asked.

Char giggled. "It's a strap-on harness," she said. "It'll let us do what

Master does. I'd be very happy to demonstrate it for you, Mistress."

After I removed Carrie's bonds, and Carrie removed Char's bonds, Carrie

said we all needed to go to the bathroom and take enemas before we got

in bed. I grinned, knowing she was planning to include me during part of

their strap-on play.

When we finished in the bathroom, they both led me by the hand to our

bed. We stretched out with Carrie and I on our sides beside Char,

kissing her and caressing her body. We each in turn welcomed her to our

family and pledged our love and commitment to her. With tears flowing

down the sides of her face, she pledged her love and obedience to both

of us.

Carrie told Char that she was free to cum as often as she wished, and

Char promised her orgasms wouldn't interfere with her devotion to her

master and Mistress. Then Char asked if it would be all right for her to

seek permission each time, when she felt an orgasm was near. She said

she wanted to give her Mistress and Master every opportunity to control

her, and to fine tune her responses to suit their needs. Carrie said

that was very thoughtful, and assured Char that today none of her

requests would be denied.

After we cuddled a while longer, I told them I would like to see what I

missed last night, the two of them making love. "Gladly," said Char.

"Love to," said Carrie. I offered to get off of the bed and watch from a

chair, but they wouldn't allow it. I lay at the edge of the bed on my

side and watched as they began caressing and exploring one another's

bodies. Before last night, Carrie had never had lesbian sex, so she let

Char lead the way and demonstrate her technique. But Carrie never

slavishly imitated Char, she always put her own style on every action,

and soon she was showing Char subtle variations. I knew immediately they

were going to be compatible lovers, I only hoped they wouldn't lose

interest in the man of the house.

At one point Char looked over at me. "Master's got a boner," she said.

Carrie laughed, saying there was nothing unusual about that. I told them

I could wait, I wanted to watch each of them cum first. Then I quickly

added to Carrie that I wanted her to cum naturally under Char's

stimulation, not because I told her to. She looked at me like I was an

idiot, and told me she understood what I meant.

Carrie then said that her orgasm was near, but she wanted Char to be the

first to cum, to celebrate her addition to the family. Char choked back

tears, and said she was very close also, and she humbly begged

permission to cum. Carrie said permission was joyfully granted, then

went back to work with renewed energy, her face buried in Char's pussy.

Within seconds, Char was gripped by a strong orgasm. At its height, she

reached out a hand to me, and I took her hand in mine. With her other

hand she reached down and ran her fingers through Carrie's hair. "I'm

right here with you, command me as you wish," she said.

Carrie being occupied, I said quietly, "I command you to enjoy the waves

of pleasure washing over you. Your time with us is just beginning, and

there will be many more orgasms for you to enjoy in the months and years

ahead." Char sobbed as she smiled at me and squeezed my hand.

Char's spasms were still occurring, but she asked Carrie if they could

trade positions so that Carrie could have her orgasm. They smoothly

reversed positions, and Char tenderly stimulated Carrie's labia with her

lips, tongue, and teeth, before going inside and alternately tongueing

Carrie's clit and the inner walls of her vagina. I recognized the signs

that Carrie was about to have one of her mega-orgasms, and I warned Char

that she was about to get bucked off. She pulled her face away from

Carrie at just the right moment. As Carrie's pelvis rose a foot off the

bed, Char grinned, then her lips touched Carrie's vulva at its highest

point of travel before following it back down to the bed. I thought that

was pretty cool, I would try to remember it the next time Carrie tried

to buck me off.

Carrie reached down and pulled Char up to her until they could kiss.

After a long lingering kiss, they both reached out to me and pulled me

to them. We lay in a heap, kissing one another for a long time. They

were sharing the contentment following good sex, and I was joyful

knowing my women had found each other, so soon after Char's arrival.

We had been nuzzling one another for some time, when Char and Carrie

launched a coordinated attack on me. They pinned me on my back on the

bed, Carrie kissing me and Char sucking my cock. In a few minutes Carrie

took over the cocksucking duties, and Char got into the strap-on harness

and fitted it with a dildo.

Kneeling behind her, Char carefully inserted the dildo into Carrie's

pussy and began fucking her. Carrie came at once, and so did I. Char

looked at me for guidance, she wasn't sure if she should stop or not. I

laughed and told her not to stop. I reminded her that Carrie could cum

any time and as often as she wished, and she had cum to show Char how

pleased she was with what Char was doing to her. Carrie took her mouth

off of my cock long enough to say, "What he said. Don't stop, Sweetie,

you're a wonderful lover."

After Carrie came a second time, I said, "Carrie, I know what you're

dying to do, so why don't you let Char help you into the strap-on, and

do me?"

She took my cock out of her mouth and grinned at me. "Why William, the

thought had never even crossed my mind. But I do have a question,

William. Why didn't you tell me about the strap-on harness during our

role reversal?"

I laughed. "I wondered when you'd ask me that, I thought you'd wait

until you were fucking me. I didn't tell you because you were having

enough fun as it was. I would have told you about it at our next role

reversal, I swear. Now go get rigged up."

Carrie and Char kissed and petted while they got the harness off of Char

and on to Carrie. Carrie walked up to the bed with the fake cock waving

back and forth. "Off the bed, William, we're going to do this in style,"

she said. She spent a moment thinking about what she wanted to do, then

she made the decision. "I want Char on the table, on her back. I want

you fucking her sweet, wonderful pussy. At the same time, I'm going to

be opening you up a little." I shuddered.

I helped Char onto the table, then gave her a passionate kiss. She said

she was looking forward having me in her pussy again, she had enjoyed

being fucked by me last night. "Enough foreplay," Carrie said with a big

grin.

Char raised her legs and rested her calves on my shoulders, and I slid

my cock into her pussy. She sighed and asked permission to cum again.

"Permission granted, have fun Sweetie," Carrie said. As Char began to

cum, Carrie ran to the bathroom to get some lubricating jelly, then

returned and covered her dildo and my ass with it. Finally she poked her

finger into my ass and spread the lubrication inside me. Then I felt the

end of the dildo press against my ass, and at the same time Carrie said,

"Shit, I'm too low."

Carrie ran to the closet and put on a pair of high heels. She came back

and poked me again, then said, "Just right." I braced for impact, but

Carrie decided to tease me a little first. "Are you ready for me,

William?" she asked.

"Yes, Carrie my love, I'm ready for you. Fire when ready."

She slowly eased the head of the dildo into my ass. "Open, open, open,"

she said. I laughed, and she said "It's no fun teasing you, William, you

enjoy it as much as I do. Ok, here it comes." With her last words, she

slowly slid the dildo all the way into my ass. "Comfy?" she asked me.

"Oh, yeah, I just love it. I think I'm ready to try guys now."

"No, you're not," she said, "because Char and I can provide everything

you need." She pumped the dildo in and out of my ass a few times, then

said, "See what I mean?"

"Yeah, I see what you mean. That actually feels good, don't stop now."

It took us a minute to get the right rhythm. Since Char couldn't really

move with us, it turned out that the best technique was for Carrie to

bend her knees as I moved my hips back and forth. That way my cock slid

in and out of Char, and Carrie's dildo slid in and out of me.

Soon Char received permission to cum again, and then a few minutes later

she got permission for her third orgasm. A little while after that she

said, "What is it with you guys and orgasms? Can both of you cum any

time you want?"

Carrie's better at it than I am," I said.

"William, Char's trying to tell you she's worn out. Please cum for her

so she won't have to ask you to stop fucking her. Char, he knows I'm

having fun fucking him, so he's holding off his orgasm so I can keep

having fun."

I came in Char's pussy, and she came at the same time. "Oh, Master,

Mistress, I came without permission," she said, "I'm so sorry."

"You have our permission to cum any time you want until further notice,

Char," I said. "It was your idea to ask before each one, it's not a

requirement. Until you're a little more accustomed to Carrie and I, why

don't you just enjoy your orgasms? We'll let you know if we want you to

suppress them, OK?"

"Yes, Master, thank you," Char said.

On impulse, I said, "Char do you remember a time when you were afraid to

get into the shower with me?"

She laughed, a sensual, throaty laugh like Carrie sometimes rewarded me

with. "Yes, Master, that would have been yesterday," she said.

"I hope you're not afraid of me any more, Char," I said.

"No, Master, I think I'm falling in love with you," she said.

"What's not to love?" Carrie said. "If you don't fall in love with him,

I'll think there's something wrong with you."

I was still fucking Char slowly, so that Carrie wouldn't have to find a

new rhythm. "Are you about finished back there?" I asked Carrie. "This

poor girl is exhausted, we either need to stop for awhile, or you and I

need to get off of Char and continue your domination of me somewhere

else."

"Ok," Carrie said, "I think I know what it feels like to butt fuck a man

now. Or at least I would know if I had any feeling in my dick." I could

tell by Char's expression that Carrie was now looking over my shoulder

at her. She added, "But I still want to know what it's like to stick my

dick into a cute blonde chick."

Char treated us to another throaty laugh, then said, "Please give me a

minute's rest, Mistress, then I'll be glad to help with your research."

Carrie patted me on the back. "Ok, I'm done," she said as she pulled her

dildo out of my ass. I knew she couldn't let it go at that, and sure

enough she added, "Just remember, you're my bitch now."

"Then we need to give Char a turn, so I can be her bitch too," I told

her.

"See what I mean, Char?" Carrie said, "You can't get to him, he rolls

with all the punches. He rarely fights back, though. That's so we won't

stop trying to one-up him." Holding her lower body away from me, she

leaned in and put her arms around my neck. "He's my perfect man, and now

he'll be your perfect man too," she told Char. "There's more than enough

of him to share between us."

"Yes, Mistress, I believe you're right," Char said.

"Before you two give me a swelled head, let's get cleaned up and have

some lunch," I said.

Char started giggling. "Swelled head? Which one would that be, Master?"

she asked. We all broke up laughing.

Char helped Carrie out of the harness. As we were walking toward the

bathroom, Carrie took Char by the arm and asked her, "How do you like

being part of our family so far?"

Char burst into tears and hugged Carrie. "I've never been happier in my

life," she said through her tears. I walked up behind her, and Carrie

and I made a Char sandwich. We held her until she looked up at Carrie

and smiled. "Sorry, Mistress, I sort of lost it," she said.

Carrie said, "That's Ok, you're one of us now, we take care of each

another."

It took us a long time to take a shower. I fucked Char once and Carrie

twice, and Carrie and Char ate each other. I was afraid we would run out

of hot water, but it lasted until we finished.

Back in the bedroom, I asked Carrie how she wanted to dress her slave

for lunch. She said she was thinking of lingerie, she wanted to see how

sexy Char would look in bedroom wear. I picked out a sheer black blouse,

a pair of red hot pants, and high heels for Carrie, and laid the clothes

on the bed. I told her she and Char could experiment with Char's look

while I started lunch.

Lunch was almost ready when Carrie and Char arrived at the kitchen. They

were dressed identically, topless, shoeless, and wearing a short skirt.

Char was also wearing a gold choker necklace. The necklace was a nice

touch on Carrie's part, she had collared her slave in style.

"We decided on a coordinated look, how do you like us?" Carrie asked.

"Carrie," I said, "please return to the bedroom at once and dress in the

clothes I laid out for you. Then wait for me on your knees."

Carrie's smile faded and she lowered her eyes. "Yes, William," she said

quietly as she wheeled and left for the bedroom.

Char was confused, she started to turn and follow Carrie. "No, Char, you

stay here with me," I said. I walked up to her and gave her a long kiss

on the lips. She was still unsure how to respond, but after an initial

hesitation she returned my kiss with passion. When I pulled away from

her lips, I gave her a tender kiss on each nipple. "Carrie's right, you

have beautiful breasts," I told her. She blushed a little and thanked me.

"Is Carrie in trouble, Master?" Char asked.

"Yes she is, Char, do you know why?"

"I think so, and it's my fault. She had decided to dress me like this,

and she was putting on the clothes you put on the bed. I suggested we

could dress alike, like a matched set, and she liked my idea. So it's my

fault she disobeyed you."

"She doesn't have to follow your suggestions, Char, but she does have to

obey me. This is a sticking point between Carrie and I, that goes back

to before you came to us. After I screwed up and used the cane on her

ass, I thought she and I had made a pact, that she would never give me

cause to punish her again."

Now Char was upset. "Oh, Master, please don't cane her for following my

suggestion. Give me her punishment instead. It's my fault, really."

I laughed. "Relax, no one is going to get caned ever again in this

house. You don't need to worry about it any more, Char. Now help me set

the table for lunch, please."

When lunch was on the table, I pulled out a chair for Char. She

hesitated, wanting to ask if Carrie would be eating with us, but she

decided not to. I watched her as she pulled up her skirt and sat down.

As I pushed her chair to the table, I said, "You're getting very good

and that, Char. Watch how Carrie does it, she's perfected the motion."

I sat down, then told Char to start eating. She hesitated, again wanting

to ask about Carrie, but then she picked up her fork and began eating.

"Carrie's so graceful at everything she does, I love watching her move,"

Char said. She looked into my eyes. "I know this sounds silly, Master,

I've been here less than 2 days, but I'm in love with Carrie. I love

everything about her. And I don't mean like a sister."

"Does it bother you, making love with your half-sister, Char?" I asked.

After a moment, Char smiled. "If there was a chance I could get Carrie

pregnant, of she could get me pregnant, that would be bad. Otherwise,

why shouldn't we enjoy sex with one another if we want to?"

"Do you worry about getting pregnant, Char?" I asked. Smiling, I added,

"Not by Carrie, of course, but by a man?"

"I can't," she said, as she looked up at me. "My br ... my master had me

fixed, so I couldn't get pregnant. It was a tube ... tubal something, I

can't remember the name."

"A tubal ligation?" I asked.

She nodded. "See my scar?" she asked, pulling down the front of her

skirt and pointing to a barely visible mark on her abdomen.

I reached out and took her hand in mine, and she looked up at me. "Who

gave you the scars on your back, Char?" I asked her softly.

She lowered her eyes, and after a long pause she said, "Everybody." She

was silent again for a minute, then she decided to talk about it. "My

training masters started it. When I wouldn't obey, they brought in 2

more training masters. They worked me in 8 hour shifts, around the

clock. They let me sleep a half hour at the beginning and in the middle

of each shift. Each time they woke me up, they'd whip my back and ass

until I bled. Finally I couldn't take any more, I decided to act like

they wanted me to."

She had begun softly crying as she talked, but now she was sobbing. I

held her hand and looked at her until the sobbing ran its course. She

took a deep breath, sat up straight, then looked at me again. "When I

was given to my brother, my master, he said we should finish the

pattern, so he kept whipping me for a couple of years, until finally

there was no place left on my backside to put a new scar. He seemed

satisfied after that, he didn't whip me much, except to flog me each

time before he fucked me."

I sat silently, not knowing what to say to her that would have any

meaning. I felt hate for the system and the people that would do this to

her, or to anyone, for no reason except that they could. And I felt

disgust for myself, that I could have once participated in that system.

Char spoke again, jarring me from my thoughts. "You won't let them take

me back, will you Master?"

I looked into her eyes, and said, "I'll kill them if they try."

She smiled and squeezed my hand. "I feel safe here with you and Carrie.

And loved, it's been a long time since I felt love."

We sat holding hands and looking at one another for a few more minutes.

Then Char asked about Carrie, if I was going to let Carrie have lunch.

"We'll take care of that right now," I said. "Char, would you mind

staying here in your chair, to keep Carrie company while she eats her

lunch?"

"No, Master, I'd be happy to," she said.

I cleared the table except for Carrie's plate. I cut up the cold food on

her plate into bite-sized chucks, then set the plate on the floor beside

Char. "Char," I said, "you will never tell Carrie anything you and I

have discussed about her. I know she is your Mistress, but you must obey

me above her in this regard. If she ever asks you what I've said to you

about her, you must say that you're not allowed to answer, and refer her

to me. Is that clear?" Char said that she understood. I told her to

remain seated, Carrie would join her soon. Then I went to the bedroom.

Carrie was kneeling in the center of the bedroom, dressed in the clothes

I had laid out for her. She was perfectly Posed, with her head erect and

her eyes lowered. "Stand up and strip," I said. As she was undressing, I

said, "We had a perfect morning. I got you your own slave this morning,

for Christ's sake. Is life just too predictable for you when you're

obedident? Do you get an overwhelming urge to piss me off? What's wrong

with you?" Tears were running down her cheeks, and she was pretending

she was under Formal Speech rules, although that wasn't the case.

I went to the mural room and returned with Carrie's wrist manacles. I

put them on her and clipped her wrists together behind her back. "I

don't even want to talk to you, go to the dining room and eat your

lunch," I told her. Carrie walked out of the bedroom. I waited a minute

and then followed her. But instead of going through the kitchen, I crept

into the living room, and then looked into the dining room from the door

that was behind Char and Carrie.

Carrie was on her knees, taking a bite of food from her plate. Char said

she was sorry, that it was her suggestion that got Carrie in trouble.

Still chewing her food, Carrie said, "It's not your fault, Sweetie, it's

my fault. Don't worry, everything will be Ok."

"Is this part of your game, a scene between you and Master?" Char asked.

"No, Char, this is simply a case where I screwed up. Sometimes I get an

idea, or in this case someone gives me an idea. And the idea appeals to

me, so I do it without thinking. I guess that's called headstrong. It's

not a good trait for a slave."

Carrie stopped eating and raised up to talk to Char. "Char, my problem

is that I'm only a slave for him, I'm only submissive to him. It's not

my nature, it's what I want to give him. I have to fight myself to be

what I want to be for him. I screw up a lot, so we have this ongoing

conflict. When he's punished me as much as he wishes to, we'll be back

to normal, until I screw up again. I try very hard to obey, to be his

perfect slave. Some day I'll achieve it, but today's not that day."

I went back through the living room, through the kitchen, and back into

the dining room. Char looked at me, but remained silent. Carrie was bent

over her plate again. "Are you finished with your lunch, Carrie?" I

asked.

"Not yet, William," she said quietly.

"Aren't you going to offer your usual apology, and promise not to

disobey me again?" I asked.

She straightened up and looked at me. "No, William," she said. "We've

said everything there is to say, many times. I disobeyed you. I did it

on an impulse, not intentionally. I didn't think about what I was doing,

I just did it. I wish I hadn't done it, and I hope I never do it again,

but we both know I probably will. You know how hard I try. What I'm

sorry for is that I'm not the slave you deserve."

"Char," I said, "when Carrie has cleaned her plate, please take it to

the kitchen, and then bring her to the bedroom."

"Yes, Master," Char said. I went back to the bedroom and stretched out

on the bed. About 5 minutes later, Char led Carrie into the bedroom,

holding her by the upper arm. I asked Char why she was holding Carrie's

arm, and she said, "Master, Carrie said when you told me to bring her to

you, you meant that literally, and I should physically bring her here.

She also told me that, when I was following your commands concerning

her, we were sister slaves, and I should refer to her as 'Carrie', not

'Mistress'."

I smiled. "You see, Char," I said, "no one ever told Carrie that. She

just thinks that's the proper way for slaves to behave. And she's right,

it is. She has an incredible, intuitive feel for the nuances of slave

behavior, except for the part where a slave is supposed to obey her

master. She's never been able to get that one right for very long at a

time."

Carrie was standing in the Waiting Pose. She hadn't reacted to what I

said, and she hadn't looked at me. "Carrie," I said, and her eyes

snapped up to meet mine. "I've been trying to think of a punishment that

you wouldn't be happy to endure for your Master. I think I've found one,

tell me what you think. Your punishment is two hard blows with a crop on

each breast ... of your slave, Char."

"No!" Carrie yelled as she dropped to her knees. "You can't do that, you

mustn't, it's not right. Do anything to me, but don't hurt her. She

hasn't done anything wrong, and she's had so much pain. I'm begging you,

Master, don't do this." Tears were running down her face.

"It's all right, Carrie," Char said. "I'll be Ok, don't worry."

When they had both had their say, I said, "I assure you, Carrie, I can

do that. For this time only, your punishment is suspended, but it's not

canceled. The next time you disobey, Char will receive the prescribed

punishment for both offenses. Do you understand, and do you understand

that I'm serious?"

Her head bowed, Carrie softly answered. "Yes, William, I understand, and

I know you're serious. Thank you for giving me another chance. I won't

fail either of you again."